Old age is nothing more than a reflection in a glass,
Of a body no longer so nimble as years gone past.
With hair turned grey and wrinkles more than a few,
Some of the tell-tale signs of a life lived through.
But deep inside we do not change, we are the same,
Our spirit as ageless as the sun, the sky, the rain,
We still need some of the things of younger years,
And though mellowed and wiser with less to fear,
Our companionship and sharing is forever strong,
We still crave love, and the lasting need to belong.
Our age-worn bodies are just an earthly encumbrance,
That we endure in exchange for years of circumstance.
Our ageing the legacy of gaining the knowledge
We must attain, if an earthly life has any real logic.
Old age is nothing once we know the way of things,
We are forever young with our eternal spirit wings.
Art Work by Garry Eyre
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